Marta stood up and stretched. Her back ached from hours of hunching over her desk. Late nights like these, she needed to remind herself again why it was she suffered the crowded bus rides, the tiny efficiency apartment, and the boring classes of community college.
It had all started with paper dolls.
Paper dolls were figures cut out of paper or thin
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lovely story as beautiful as ever well done my friend.
I was mad about fashion from an early age, and dreamed many dreams about being a designer....
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Go Marta :)
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